nightmareahead (nightmareahead) wrote in bloodclaim,

Imaginary Friend chapter 1

Title: Imaginary Friend
Author: NightmareAhead & WarpedMindedYaoi
Chapter: 1/2
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Warning: none
Summary: When Xander was just a boy he met Spike and was convinced he was his imaginary friend, but Xan grows up.
Disclaimer: We do not own BtVS or any of its characters.
Note: This is a role-play between WarpedMindedYaoi and NightmareAhead. Warped = Xander. Nightmare = Spike and Dru.


Spike flicked away his cigarette as he walked down the streets of Sunnydale. He didn’t have a destination in mind; he just wanted to get away from Dru for a while. Her crazy rambling was starting to get on his nerves.

Walking down a dark street, he heard a sniffle and looked up to find a small boy sitting on the stoop of what he assumed was his house. Figuring he could get a quick snack out of the boy, the vampire sauntered up and sat down next to him.

Xander looked up at the man that sat next to him. "Hi. A-are you a friend of my dad's or mom's? ‘Cause they aren't home right now. They just left. Dad was yelling at mom for being worthless and having a fag as a son. Hey, what's a fag? Is it bad?" he said all in rapid fire, and in one breath. Xan's light brown eyes were sad and confused as he looked at the blonde man.

Spike raised a scarred eyebrow and answered the boy without thinking, "According to you Americans a fag is someone who likes the same sex as them. And some people think it's bad. Based on what you said I would say your da’ thinks it's bad." He shook his head to regain his control. Vamping out, he growled, "Listen, kid, I'm just here for a snack, not to hear your sad life story."

Xander frowned as he looked at Spike's vamped out face, "Ohhh... so are you my imaginary friend?! But... why would you eat me then?" He reached up and touched Spike's face gently, "You’re soft, even though your face looks sharp."

Spike growled louder, pissed off. "I'm not your bloody imaginary friend! I'm a vampire! A master vampire at that! You're supposed to be so scared you wet yourself. Although I rather you not," he added as a second thought.

Xander giggled, "You’re goofy. You know, you shouldn't yell at kids. My teacher says it's bad. But I could never tell my parents that, they might get mad." He looked at his shoelace and reached down to try to tie it, but he couldn't, "Can you help me please?"

Again, without thinking, Spike got up and moved to tie the boy’s shoe. When he was done he sat back down next to the kid and sighed loudly when realization of what he did hit him. Knowing that at this rate he wouldn’t eat the boy, he held out his hand, "The name's Spike."

Xander smiled brightly and shook Spike's hand, "I'm Alexander, but I don't like that so my friends call me Xander. You can call me that! Since your my new friend." He leaned over and hugged the blonde vampire tightly.

Spike's eyes went comically wide and he held his hands up as the child hugged him. Awkwardly, he lowered a hand and patted Xander's back before gently pushing the boy away.

"Yeah, let's not do that again. And keep the friend thing to yourself, I have a reputation to protect."

Xander laughed and shook his head, "Silly, no one else can see my imaginary friend. You’re all mine," he whispered the last sentence softly. "I can hide you in my bedroom and mom and dad won't even know you are there! You can take care of me and help me learn school stuff! I-I could show you my toys!" he was so excited he started jumping up and down.

Spike sighed and ran his hands over his face. Not bothering to correct Xander on the imaginary friend part, he focused on the other things the boy said. "I'm not going to live in your bloody closet, I've got a place of my own. And speaking of which, I should head back there," he said as he got up and started down the walkway. Pausing, he turned around and looked at the young boy. "You should go inside, Xan. It's not safe out here."

Xander nodded, "Are you gonna come here tomorrow? My room is right up there," he pointed up at the window with a small blue light glowing from inside. He was bright with smiles as he started walking to the door, "Just don't forget me Spike. You can't have any more kids, just me." He grinned as he walked into his house and shut the door.


The next night Spike left a still rambling Dru and went on another walk. For reasons he didn’t dare analyze, he found himself walking straight to Xander's house, jumping onto the roof, and knocking on the window the boy pointed out to him the night before.

Xander opened the window and looked out. "Spike is that you?" he whispered, his voice sounding like something was caught in his throat, or his nose was plugged. He didn't want his imaginary friend to know he was crying. "H-How about you come here tomorrow... I-I don't feel well," he lied. Badly.

Spike shrugged and turned to leave, but stopped and turned back, something bothering him about Xander's voice.

“Say ‘Come in, Spike,’” he ordered.

Xander followed the order and said, “’Come in, Spike.’”

The vampire opened the window all the way and climbed in before the boy could try and stop him. Seeing the boy crying, Spike folded his arms and ask, "What's wrong, Xan?"

Xander let out a sniffle as he wrapped his arms around Spike. "Dad hurt me again. He was calling me those names and he hit me." His eyes were wide as he pulled back and looked at Spike. "I don't want you to leave me alone with him again, please," he begged.

Spike made Xander sit down on the bed and sat next to him. After sitting in silence for a few minutes while he thought, he finally spoke, "I can't take you with me. I'm evil, Xan. And the people I live with are evil too. I'm sorry that your dad doesn’t treat you right, but all I can do about it is kill him."

Xander's eyes went wide, "You can't do that! Mom will be sad, and then she might blame me." He got on his knees, "Please, you can live at your home, and I will stay here, you don't have to hurt my dad. You can just visit every night. Also the day if you really want to, but you have to hide from my parents."

Spike sighed loudly and lay back on the bed. "Vampires can’t go out in the sun, Xan."

Figuring he had nothing better to do, he patted the spot on the bed next to him for Xander to sit next to him and then proceeded to tell the young boy everything he knew about vampires.

Xander was listening in awe, his face innocent, and showing he was listening intently. "Wow," he would say every now and then, or "Cool."

He kept moving closer to his vampire until his body was resting against Spike's side, his head on the blonde's shoulder.

"You won't let Dru hurt me, will you?" he asked, after Spike talked about how Dru loved to snack on little children.

Spike shook his head, "Nah. I think she would like you and wouldn't kill you anyway. You're... different and she likes that. She would probably want you to play dolls with her," he snorted.

Xander smiled, "Dolls are fun. I play with Willow sometimes. She's my best friend, I have known her since we started kindergarten." He had a sweet smile on his face as he shut his eyes a little, "I'm feelin' sleepy. Are you?"

Spike looked down and saw how tired the small boy was. He got up off the bed and tucked Xander into the Batman sheets.

"It's late, you get some sleep. I'll be back tomorrow night."

Xander gripped onto Spike's hand and pulled him down, and kissed his cheek, "Thank you for caring. I know you don't really like me that much, but I care about you a lot."

Spike didn't say anything, simply nodded and left through the window, going back to the warehouse he was currently residing in.

He was surprised when he entered to find Dru out of bed and standing by the entrance, swaying back and forth to music only heard by her.

"Oh, Spike, your kitten cries for you when big scary men are mean. You shouldn’t hit the small kitten, Spike, you shouldn’t hit."

He knew who the ‘kitten’ was at once. “What do you want me to do about it, Dru? I can’t kill his da’ and I cant take Xander away.”

“The kitten will grow into a fierce cat, but always remain your kitten, Spikey.”

Spike nodded and steered Drusilla back to bed where he tucked her in before getting undressed and climbing in next to her.


Spike woke up and jumped out of bed as soon as the sun went down. He got dressed and told the minions to go out and have a good time, before leaving himself. After hunting down a meal and drinking his fill, the vampire made his way to a now familiar street, jumped onto the roof, and knocked on the window.

Xander slowly crawled out of his bed and hobbled over to the window and opened it. He gave a small smile, his face red, showing how warm he was. His eyes looked tired.

"Hello, Spike," he sniffed, "I'm not feelin' well. Mom is making me go to sleep early. I am just glad school isn't tomorrow." He took a deep breath, and then started to cough violently. "Sowwy."

Spike gently pushed Xander aside before climbing through the window into the room.

"Get back in bed, bit," he said and guided the boy back to the bed. When he was done making sure Xander was comfortable in bed he felt the small child's forehead and hissed, "You're burning up, Xan. Maybe I should leave you to get some rest."

Xander felt his face bunch up, getting ready to cry. "Don't leave me," he begged, his eyes filling with tears as he grabbed onto Spike's hand tightly. "I promise I won't get you sick, I promise!" He started to struggle to get out of bed to be near the vampire.

Spike quickly sat down on the bed and pushed Xander to lie back down. "Calm down. Calm down. I'll stay if you want me to that badly," he soothed the worked up boy. "Besides, you can’t get me sick. Another perk of being a vamp," he went into game face and smiled, showing off his long fangs.

Xander smiled as he reached up and touched a fang. He let out a hiss of pain as his finger was cut by a sharp tooth.

"Owwie! Those are mean fangs," he pouted as he looked around the room. "Can you get me a cold wash cloth to put on my forehead? The bathroom is right outside of my door in the hall. Please?"

Spike nodded silently and went to get the boy a cold washcloth. As he was wetting the cloth the couldn’t stop licking the fang that Xander had cut himself on. He had never tasted blood so good before, even with the sickness he could taste, and he had had Slayers blood before. Shaking his head, he rung out the washcloth and brought it back to the sick child, placing it on his forehead.

"Get some sleep, Xan. I've got to go," he said and left before the boy could protest.

Xander lay down and looked sorrowfully at the window as Spike climbed out and went away. He slowly fell into a fitful sleep.


It was a year to the day that Spike first met Xander on the stoop to the boy's house. He got up that night and got dressed in record time, sticking the present he got for the boy deep into his duster pocket. Ignoring Dru and the minions he quickly made his way out of the warehouse and to Xander's house. Just like he did almost every night for the past year, Spike jumped onto the roof and knocked on the boy's window.

Xander looked up and smiled brightly at Spike, like every other time he saw him. "Hey. What are you up to?" He was 7 in a week or so and he was so excited. "Did ya get me a pressie?" he used one of Spike's words as he grinned and hugged Spike tightly, "I don't know about you, but I feel tons older."

Spike laughed and picked Xander up, tossing him on the bed that still had the same Batman sheets.

"Yeah, I got you a pressie, I just don’t think you deserve it now," he teased and started to tickle the boy.

Xander started to laugh and giggle loudly, glad his parents were out of the house so him and Spike don't have to whisper.

"Noo! I deserve it!" he laughed as he tried to tickle Spike. "It's not fair, you have super strength. I have... child strength." He fake pouted as he pretended to huff and turn over, "Fine."

Spike sat up and riffled through his duster pocket until he found the small wrapped box. He played with it for a bit, debating whether to give it to Xander or not, he didn’t know if the boy would like it. He sighed and tossed it onto the boy’s chest.

"Fine, ya brat. There ya go."

Xander quickly unwrapped it and slowly opened it. He gasped when he saw a beautiful necklace, "Oh Spike!" He looked up at his idol in awe, "Thank you. It's pretty." He hugged his blonde vampire friend tightly. "You’re the best imaginary friend ever!"

Spike took the small velvet box from Xander's hands; he removed its contents and then put the box back in his pocket.

“I had this made just for you, pet.”

He fastened the silver chain around Xander’s neck and held the pendent hanging off it with a smile. The pendent was of a railroad spike.

Xander kept looking down at his new necklace, "It’s perfect! So I can never forget you." He smiled shyly at Spike, "Thank you so much. You will always be my best friend." He hugged the vampire tightly.

Spike, now used to the hugs, patted the boys back in reciprocation. After letting the boy hug him for a while, Spike gently pushed him away and stood up. "I've got some business I need to take care of. Happy early birthday, Xan. I'll be back tomorrow."

Xander gave a sideways grin, his eyes looking at Spike. He smiled as he kissed Spike's cheek, then turned around and lay down in his bed.

Spike wiped his face as if he were disgusted by the kiss when he was actually touched. After making sure the boy was comfortable in bed, he made his way out the window and down the street.


It was a few days later that Spike was finally able to visit Xander. Unfortunately, it was only to tell the boy that he had to leave town for a while. He made his way onto the roof and knocked on Xander's window softly, dreading having to tell his little friend.

Xander bounced over to the window and started to make faces at Spike. He was trying so hard not to giggle, but he couldn't hold it in any longer and he started to laugh as he opened the window.

"Hey! You’re a little early. Lookie here! I am still wearing the necklace." He was so proud of it he strutted everywhere, showing the necklace to anyone that cared.

When Xander saw Spike's expression he frowned and touched the blonde's face, "What's the matter?"

Spike climbed in through the window and sat on the boy's bed, patting the spot next to him for Xander to sit. He reached into his pocket and carefully pulled out a first edition Spider-Man comic and handed it to Xander.

"I need you to look after this... while I'm gone," he said softly, hopping the present would lessen the blow of him leaving.

Xander had a confused smile on his face as he took the comic.

"Leaving? Uh…" he looked at his open door, and quickly went to shut it. He turned around and came back. "I-I don't understand? I thought you were gonna stay with me? Just... just wait ‘til I turn 18, then we can leave together!" he started to get upset, and tears filled his eyes. "Please?" he stepped closer, his body starting to shake.

Spike placed his hands on Xander's shoulders, "Remember Dru? She's sick, Xan. That's why I came to Sunnydale, to try and find a cure. I think there might be one in Prague, so I have to bring Dru there as soon as I can. I'll be back after I cure her, I promise."

Xander started to shake his head, "No! You can't leave me, I won't let you! You’re MY imaginary friend, not anyone else’s!" His eyes flashed darker as he stomped closer to Spike, "I wanna go too." He felt himself go to his knees as he begged, "Please don't leave me. I won't make it here without you."

Spike got up and started to pace. "I can't take you with me, Xan! You're just a kid! I'll come back, I promise. I just have to get Dru healthy again." He sat back down on the bed and pulled Xander onto it to sit with him. He handed Xander the comic, "This," he then pointed to the necklace he gave the boy, "and this are my promise to you that I will come back." Standing up, he kissed Xander on the cheek before walking to the window. "I'll be back, Xan. Be a good kid and don't die while I'm gone," he said before disappearing out the window and into the night.

Xander grabbed one of his lamps and threw it at the window, not caring about the loud shattering sound it made. He cried and laid down on the ground, not caring about what happens.

"I HATE YOU SPIKE! I wish I never met you!" he sobbed, his heart heavy, and he felt like he couldn't breathe. Xander lost his best friend and the person he trusted the most.



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